Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.